Do You Look at the Moon When I Look at the Moon?
from Gebo, 2021 A slave to the incandescent eye of fate cast over my body examining each line to draw conclusions that the grandeur of a gilded heart can be dwarfed by existential silence penetrates every droplet of the soaked clouds star-walking choirs pool and chorus their hymn books written in Hebrew when none of them read Hebrew Every page stuck to the one before it turning a corner in the story forces the slab of words to crush and press weak fingers error is, error is marginal intent unknown a country waiting to be discovered when nobody wants it discovered Remain distant, let your mewling echo into a stiff chamber of rib bones wrapping around a diamond rought, cut from the flesh of a grounded angel fallen from the side of the divine, fallen Do you look at The Moon when I look at The Moon?
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